While shopping for our Christmas tree with my family this weekend, I reflected that this event bares many similarities to my profession as a real estate agent. I know this may be a little far-fetched and secular but allow me a few festive moments.

Our ritual began with all family members scoping out the grounds for a potential candidate at which time all tree nominees are subject to a unanimous vote resulting in the final selection—the coveted Christmas Tree. Walking around the tree farm I noticed many trees, tall and overgrown had obviously been “on the market” far too long. Some tagged with orange bands were clearly “under contract”. Others appeared to be requiring tender loving care or a badly needed haircut. Our internal compass guided us to the far reaches of the tree farm where we expected to find the “choice” trees. Instead we stumbled upon a new subdivision of Christmas Trees “under construction”.

I don’t think we were overly fussy, we had our “want and desires” clearly carved out before we started the process however despite the size of the tree farm, the available inventory accounted for the greatest difficulty in finding the perfect tree.

I noted that each tree had its own unique make-up. No two trees were quite alike having different smells, needles and color and some with a prime sunny location, others in the shadow of other trees, resulting in their scraggy appearance. I realized too that despite all the differences and irregularities, they would all find a loving family--just ask Charlie Brown!

After much discussion our final decision was made! As a “qualified buyer”, there still was sticker shock as our “premium tree” didn’t appear to be any different than the rest. And yes, there was a twinge of buyer’s remorse as the saw blade gently touched the base of the tree! Tying and bundling our purchase, we excitedly discussed how we would then “improve” the tree when we got it home, lights and decorations that is.

As we made our last steps heading to the car, there was one lowly tree that we passed repeatedly in our search. With a little sunshine and time, it had promise. The vendor suggested we tag it for next year. My investment opportunity was replaced by a “nay” vote saying we’ll take our chances right back here, same time next year.